Without apology, and with only slight permission
I have borrowed freely from two web sites to
tell a weaving story about our friend, Linda.
Her studio had gone out of control.
This is what Linda saw:
Her looms were land locked.
A tiny island in a sea of shuttles and weft.
I'd been there and knew the tipping point was close.
The children were on semester break, Jan took the week off,
And the crew went to Columbiana.
This is what they saw:
My sister told the story of wresting order from chaos on her blog,
Laura sorting something
Hamilton on some clean up.
Linda's empty looms were dressed.
Emily tying onto a loaded beam,
Laura tying up another.
Linda weaves most rugs on two harness Union looms.
They're all antiques.
This one above is almost done having the warp pulled through and tied up to the breast beam apron.
Done; ready to weave.
Here are some rugs I borrowed from Linda's web site.
This is random. Anything she could reach in the aforementioned chaos.
What she could reach at arm's length.
That's what she named the rugs.
This is a wool rug, woven in the old rag rug style.
It's wider, close to four feet, I think.
Approaching Bertha sized.
This is a Pendleton wool rug.
These are Linda's favorites, woven from Pendleton's Navajo blanket selvedges.
Each blanket has a name; I'm sure Linda will chime in later with the name of this.
People walk into her booth and recognize them.
A Pendleton Navajo similar to the last rug is next up for Bertha.
Linda has an order for a seven by eight. Feet, that is.
It will be stunning.